Unmusking the lies - to Elon Musk

Unmusking the Lies - Poem written to Elon Musk In the stillness of night, a truth stirs and grows, A chorus of voices, where our history flows. From the ashes of burdens, our spirits ignite, Our pain woven deep, and we’re reclaiming our light. Elon, hear our cries—this narrative’s flawed, To claim we are killers, is a strike at theawed. The echo of struggle, the chant you condemn, Is a cry for the fallen, for our lost sisters and brethren. "Kill the Boer," they chant—not a call to the blade, But a voice through the silence, where our heroes were laid. It reflects the suffering, the scars of the past, A fight for our freedom, a hope built to last. We carry the weight of history’s chains, But our joy and our strength break free from the pains. We aren't the oppressors; we rise, we stand tall, In the shadows of anguish, our spirits won’t fall. So listen, dear world, and lend us your ear, For the truth of our struggle is steeped in our fear. To label us violent is to silence our soul; We rise from oppression, reclaiming our whole. The chants of the past are our stories of strife, They honor the fallen, they honor our life. In the face of injustice, we won’t turn away, We’ll sing for the chosen, who fought night and day. So stop with the labels, and see us anew, For our strength is in unity, and our hearts hold the truth. That mourning is layered, and pain wears many forms, But in justice and healing, our resilience transforms. Let love be the narrative, let wisdom be clear, For only in understanding will we silence the fear. Together, we rise, hand in hand, side by side, In the tapestry of justice, our souls will abide.